Who: a soosh (gekkajuu) & various What: February catch-all When: Feb..ruary.... Where: mostly Olympia and surroundings Warning(s): none so far... except extreme cuteness with egg moms?
[ Since the day he left Olympia, Mikazuki hasn't had many good memories of it that have risen above the unfortunate ones. That still stands. Treading through the wooded areas around the cove had him stumbling on the wrong occupied pool — that girl he found had taken a bite out of him once before, but not like this. Whatever the water had done, it was more potent than any amount of blood in either of their mouths.
In simple terms, she'd been the stronger one. So he sits in closer proximity to the shore where the woods aren't so thick, scratched and punctured by what looks like toothmarks. He can't stay, he's sure some creature will smell his blood sooner or later, but he'll deal with it once the wounds begin to staunch.
Though it's a ways off, with the sea air agitating them. He puffs a sigh, irritated with himself. ]
[As much as Atsushi loves his home city, he travels around a fair bit. For work, in part; for simple fun, too. If nothing else, it makes good exercise for Daifuku, though the cub has remained behind this time, Atsushi planning on doing some diving for jewels. Considering how he'd rarely so much as seen pictures of those, before, it's funny how they've become a fair part of his income, now.
Walking along the shore, he hears that sigh from a distance, and first, he thinks it's an animal - wounded, he concludes after a deep sniff, with that scent of blood - which doesn't make Atsushi less inclined to help. But it's still a shock when he realizes that 1. it's a person, and 2. it's someone he knows.]
Mikazuki?!
[Running over the rest of the way, Atsushi kneels in front of him.]
What happened? Were you attacked?!
[By an animal, is his first assumption; by Olympians would perhaps have been a more logical conclusion, in this time of conflict.]
[ Adrenaline slowing the flow of pain in him, the sound of footsteps makes his hackles raise on instinct. Luckily, it's a familiar face. ]
Oh, Atsushi. [ He calms again. ] Something like that.
[ Master of the understatement. For someone who looks like they came out on the wrong end of a tussle with a woodchipper, he looks and sounds mighty calm. It's just another facet that speaks for itself — it's not that uncommon of an occurrence, though he's only frustrated that he hadn't put up more of a fight.
That thought sits at the forefront of his person rather than the cold, itchy burn of losing blood. ]
[Atsushi reaches for one of the cuts, but immediately pulls his hand back. He doesn't want to hurt Mikazuki. (Yeaaah, that should probably not be his first concern, here...)]
Maybe if I carry you...? There'll be healers in the city!
[But something about that is still unsatisfying. He just wants to help, now. And he really doesn't want Mikazuki to be in pain.
With a faint notion of lifting one of Mikazuki's arms and bandaging it (but with what?), Atsushi reaches out his hand... and something starts to glow. It's so unexpected that it takes him a good second or two to realize that it's his palm that's lighting up with a soft, white light.
Immediately, he looks up to meet Mikazuki's eyes. Maybe it's something he did..?]
[ Mikazuki is quick to interject that point, tone simultaneously heavy and impatient. He's not keen on appearing incapable of moving on his own, if it comes down to that. Though he should be even less keen on returning to the city — all those singular, familiar thoughts come to a stop when Atsushi reaches for him. He doesn't flinch because it probably wouldn't hurt as much, adrenaline and familiarity working in tandem to keep him calm.
That's before the light, though. Quizzically, his brows raise, a genuine look of wonderment rising up through the weariness. ]
[The moment Atsushi tries to figure out where the light is coming from, it stops - and it's that, as much as Mikazuki's answer, that makes Atsushi realize that the light must be coming from himself. He's still not sure what happened and how, though.]
I don't know. [Which is an understatement, but now that he's got the notion that the light came from him, and he's experienced the feeling of it going away, maybe he's got a better idea of how to turn it on again.] It was something like -...
[He should really be more cautious about using the light - if he even can - because he has no clue what it does. But he's curious, and... he doesn't think it felt "wrong"? (Clearly that's always the best reason to dabble in unknown magic.)
So he tries to recreate how he felt when the light happened, with his hand in the same place, and sure enough, it starts glowing again, a little more brightly this time. The feeling is subtle at first, hardly even there, but as Atsushi thinks more about Mikazuki's injuries under his hand, and how he wants to heal them, his palm starts getting warm.
What it feels like to Mikazuki, he doesn't know - but he can see what happens, all right. With the light and a mild warmth running out of his palm, Mikazuki's cuts slowly start to stitch together - at least the shallower ones.]
[ Though he's not overly animated to begin with, Mikazuki is stone still beneath the renewed touch. If they're even touching? Not really, but it feels that way as the light drenches through his skin and pushes a mending kind of heat to its surface. He leans over to watch as the more superficial wounds begin to knit and clear. ]
[Not that abilities aren't close enough to magic, but they're much more one-sided, if nothing else.
Still, Atsushi can't exactly argue with the fact that Mikazuki is being healed, and he's the one doing it. Trying not to think about the "how" and "why" too much - he doesn't want to risk turning this magic off again, whatever it is - he slowly but surely heals all of Mikazuki's injuries, as much as he can. The big ones don't heal fully, but even there, there seems to be some effect.
And then he sits back, staring at Mikazuki's healed skin.]
[ Truthfully, Mikazuki has become used to just slotting anything that has very real and very clearly implausible results into must be magic, but it seems he was right this time. He stays leaned over where he is, flexing his hands a few times to watch how the once-fresh wounds move beneath his skin. Some of them are still open, mostly the deeper puncture marks, but it's already enough for him.
After a moment, he takes a slow breath, adrenaline-lethargic. ]
You say that, but...
[ He's looking at something real enough, isn't he? ]
[Simple conclusion or not, it's hard to argue with the facts. Atsushi should be glad with what he's accomplished - and he is! But he's still more confused, and wondering if this is temporary, and -...
He really needs to stop that, and learn to accept good things when they happen. He used to be getting better at that, but when the source of the "good" seems to be himself, that makes it another story entirely. It's easy to accept good things from other people, and never expect more than what he's given, not even blaming people if their attention turns sour; it's different when good things come from within him, because then he needs to keep delivering.]
Yes... [It really is magic. And he really did it. It's hard to believe, but he forces himself to take a breath, to release it, and try to let go of his doubts at the same time.] I'm glad.
[He forces a tiny smile. Whatever the reason he got these powers, and however long they may last, he was able to help a friend. That makes him happy - and it will likely make him happier, the more he learns that he can count on this new magic.]
... You're really feeling all right? There's nothing strange?
[ Without believing in luck, Mikazuki is still grateful on some level that this was the result. Atsushi's doubt being pressed out from beneath his acceptance is a tangible thing, and Mikazuki thinks that that's good. That's how it ought to be. And being mostly devoid of manners still doesn't stop him from coming out with a earnest, well-worn but equally dogged: ]
Thanks.
[ Pulling his coat closer, he shakes his head. ]
Nothing strange. She just took a lot of blood, but it's nothing.
[ That he's not used to, really. It'd slow anyone down, even him. ]
[Perhaps predictably, it's that simple "thanks" that finally makes Atsushi cheer up properly. He helps people because he wants to, and if they're friends of his, so much the better. He doesn't need thanks... but it still feels damn good to get that kind of appreciation, even if he doesn't need it. No - because he doesn't need it, maybe.
Losing a lot of blood is never nothing, but that's the kind of attitude Atsushi has come to expect from Mikazuki. That's why he tries to be very firm when he offers:]
... Where do you want to go? I'll walk with you.
["To make sure you don't collapse," he doesn't say; "I'll still carry you if I need to," he doesn't point out, either. Simple, practical, but without a lot of room for discussion. He hopes he can get Mikazuki to agree, that way.]
[ For him, it's nothing so deep or troublesome to give. A thanks for a job done to the best of his ability, a gift he didn't have to share, no matter how much of a surprise it was. Giving a look around, he seems pretty deflated as compared to his usual boyish energy, no matter how monotonous that energy normally is. Something about that water really took it out of him as swiftly as it spiked his lack of inhibitions. ]
Back to Wyver. It's not as safe for me to stay here.
[ Which he doesn't make sound as sobering or offputting as he could — or should. ]
Then I'll take you to the city borders, if nothing else. [Going into Wyver could be a problem for Atsushi at this point. He can be brave when he needs to be, but he's not reckless for no reason.] Maybe I can rent a horse...?
[Oh, Atsushi gets it. She just likes to -... THAT IS REALLY NOT NORMAL!! Of course Reign drinks blood too, and maybe there are others, but there's still a huge difference between asking for permission and just feeding on people.]
That's no reason to beat you up for it! Jeez... [He should probably be more upset - and he is! But there are so many strange people here that he doesn't have the energy to project more than weary annoyance.] She should have just asked.
[ Mikazuki is far from someone who expects anyone else to put their hide on the line for him, but he's come to recognize that Atsushi probably will whether he likes it or not, and he's a little too tired to argue with him over it, at that. It's with begrudging acceptance that he realizes he can't really outpace him like this, either.
With an offhanded rise of his shoulders, he counters that statement, equally flippant in that monotonous way of his. ]
It was the water.
[ One of the many effects of the lagoons that goes crashing through inhibitions. ]
She was just stronger.
[ Not too proud to admit it, since all the evidence is right here. ]
[That's what it was, huh? It may or may not be a good reason, but it's a good enough excuse. Water can do all sorts of things here, Atsushi has come to find. If only the effects were obvious at a glance!]
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post-intro healing shenanigans
In simple terms, she'd been the stronger one. So he sits in closer proximity to the shore where the woods aren't so thick, scratched and punctured by what looks like toothmarks. He can't stay, he's sure some creature will smell his blood sooner or later, but he'll deal with it once the wounds begin to staunch.
Though it's a ways off, with the sea air agitating them. He puffs a sigh, irritated with himself. ]
\o/
Walking along the shore, he hears that sigh from a distance, and first, he thinks it's an animal - wounded, he concludes after a deep sniff, with that scent of blood - which doesn't make Atsushi less inclined to help. But it's still a shock when he realizes that 1. it's a person, and 2. it's someone he knows.]
Mikazuki?!
[Running over the rest of the way, Atsushi kneels in front of him.]
What happened? Were you attacked?!
[By an animal, is his first assumption; by Olympians would perhaps have been a more logical conclusion, in this time of conflict.]
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Oh, Atsushi. [ He calms again. ] Something like that.
[ Master of the understatement. For someone who looks like they came out on the wrong end of a tussle with a woodchipper, he looks and sounds mighty calm. It's just another facet that speaks for itself — it's not that uncommon of an occurrence, though he's only frustrated that he hadn't put up more of a fight.
That thought sits at the forefront of his person rather than the cold, itchy burn of losing blood. ]
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[Atsushi reaches for one of the cuts, but immediately pulls his hand back. He doesn't want to hurt Mikazuki. (Yeaaah, that should probably not be his first concern, here...)]
Maybe if I carry you...? There'll be healers in the city!
[But something about that is still unsatisfying. He just wants to help, now. And he really doesn't want Mikazuki to be in pain.
With a faint notion of lifting one of Mikazuki's arms and bandaging it (but with what?), Atsushi reaches out his hand... and something starts to glow. It's so unexpected that it takes him a good second or two to realize that it's his palm that's lighting up with a soft, white light.
Immediately, he looks up to meet Mikazuki's eyes. Maybe it's something he did..?]
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[ Mikazuki is quick to interject that point, tone simultaneously heavy and impatient. He's not keen on appearing incapable of moving on his own, if it comes down to that. Though he should be even less keen on returning to the city — all those singular, familiar thoughts come to a stop when Atsushi reaches for him. He doesn't flinch because it probably wouldn't hurt as much, adrenaline and familiarity working in tandem to keep him calm.
That's before the light, though. Quizzically, his brows raise, a genuine look of wonderment rising up through the weariness. ]
What was that?
[ Not him. ]
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I don't know. [Which is an understatement, but now that he's got the notion that the light came from him, and he's experienced the feeling of it going away, maybe he's got a better idea of how to turn it on again.] It was something like -...
[He should really be more cautious about using the light - if he even can - because he has no clue what it does. But he's curious, and... he doesn't think it felt "wrong"? (Clearly that's always the best reason to dabble in unknown magic.)
So he tries to recreate how he felt when the light happened, with his hand in the same place, and sure enough, it starts glowing again, a little more brightly this time. The feeling is subtle at first, hardly even there, but as Atsushi thinks more about Mikazuki's injuries under his hand, and how he wants to heal them, his palm starts getting warm.
What it feels like to Mikazuki, he doesn't know - but he can see what happens, all right. With the light and a mild warmth running out of his palm, Mikazuki's cuts slowly start to stitch together - at least the shallower ones.]
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This is... magic, right?
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[Not that abilities aren't close enough to magic, but they're much more one-sided, if nothing else.
Still, Atsushi can't exactly argue with the fact that Mikazuki is being healed, and he's the one doing it. Trying not to think about the "how" and "why" too much - he doesn't want to risk turning this magic off again, whatever it is - he slowly but surely heals all of Mikazuki's injuries, as much as he can. The big ones don't heal fully, but even there, there seems to be some effect.
And then he sits back, staring at Mikazuki's healed skin.]
... I don't understand.
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After a moment, he takes a slow breath, adrenaline-lethargic. ]
You say that, but...
[ He's looking at something real enough, isn't he? ]
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He really needs to stop that, and learn to accept good things when they happen. He used to be getting better at that, but when the source of the "good" seems to be himself, that makes it another story entirely. It's easy to accept good things from other people, and never expect more than what he's given, not even blaming people if their attention turns sour; it's different when good things come from within him, because then he needs to keep delivering.]
Yes... [It really is magic. And he really did it. It's hard to believe, but he forces himself to take a breath, to release it, and try to let go of his doubts at the same time.] I'm glad.
[He forces a tiny smile. Whatever the reason he got these powers, and however long they may last, he was able to help a friend. That makes him happy - and it will likely make him happier, the more he learns that he can count on this new magic.]
... You're really feeling all right? There's nothing strange?
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Thanks.
[ Pulling his coat closer, he shakes his head. ]
Nothing strange. She just took a lot of blood, but it's nothing.
[ That he's not used to, really. It'd slow anyone down, even him. ]
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Losing a lot of blood is never nothing, but that's the kind of attitude Atsushi has come to expect from Mikazuki. That's why he tries to be very firm when he offers:]
... Where do you want to go? I'll walk with you.
["To make sure you don't collapse," he doesn't say; "I'll still carry you if I need to," he doesn't point out, either. Simple, practical, but without a lot of room for discussion. He hopes he can get Mikazuki to agree, that way.]
She took blood? Who did?
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Back to Wyver. It's not as safe for me to stay here.
[ Which he doesn't make sound as sobering or offputting as he could — or should. ]
A girl. She likes to drink it.
[ He said, ever so casually. ]
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[Oh, Atsushi gets it. She just likes to -... THAT IS REALLY NOT NORMAL!! Of course Reign drinks blood too, and maybe there are others, but there's still a huge difference between asking for permission and just feeding on people.]
That's no reason to beat you up for it! Jeez... [He should probably be more upset - and he is! But there are so many strange people here that he doesn't have the energy to project more than weary annoyance.] She should have just asked.
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With an offhanded rise of his shoulders, he counters that statement, equally flippant in that monotonous way of his. ]
It was the water.
[ One of the many effects of the lagoons that goes crashing through inhibitions. ]
She was just stronger.
[ Not too proud to admit it, since all the evidence is right here. ]
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[That's what it was, huh? It may or may not be a good reason, but it's a good enough excuse. Water can do all sorts of things here, Atsushi has come to find. If only the effects were obvious at a glance!]
... You're really okay to walk?
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I'm okay. This isn't much.
[ A truth, for the most part. ]